"Life As We Know It"
Chapter 2
NOTE: I said the story was NC-17 in the last chappy, it's R. Sorry
"Come back!" Harry called after her. "Don't lie to me. She doesn't need to be picked up for a few hours!"
Hermione frowned and returned to his arms, reluctantly kissing him.
Hermione lay awake, listening to Harry's heavy panting as he slept. She could feel her eyes watering up as she recounted the morning. Had it all been a weird dream? She could almost feel her lips tingling at contact and the way her knees had felt soft.
She sat up and glanced at the clock. It was time to pick up Rianne. Without regard to Harry, she stood, straightened her skirt and ran a brush through her waves. She exited quickly, hopping in the car.
She arrived at the day-care and picked up Rianne.
"Hey sweetie. Did you have fun?" she said happily as she picked up Rianne.
Rianne nodded. "Picture!" she giggled, shoving a picture of a house at Hermione.
"That's great Rianne!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly.
It was under great stress that the Potter family ate dinner that night. The only sounds were the loud chews of Rianne and the clinking of forks and plates. Hermione chewed on another piece of beef, staring at Harry intently.
"What?" Harry asked, mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Nothing." Hermione grumbled, her eyes darting towards her plate. "I'm going to go to bed," she moaned, picking up her plate and magicking it clean.
Harry gave her an inquisitive look. "So soon?"
Hermione nodded, glaring slightly.
"Well goodnight then." he sputtered, going back to his food.
Hermione opened the oak drawer and pulled out a silk maroon nightshirt and changed into it. Suddenly, she could feel her eyes growing moist as her eye caught a green silk slip crumpled in the corner of the drawer. She slammed the drawer shut with a huge amount of force, the cabinet rattling, causing several glass figures to smash to the floor.
"Shit." she mumbled, sweeping them into the trash. God, she needed to get out. Without even telling Harry, she had apparated and was standing at the door to a familiar flat. She knocked on the door roughly, shifting her weight nervously.
Draco was brought from his stupor as he heard someone knocking on his door. Strange, no one ever came calling at his flat. He stood, realizing his was in just his boxers. He grabbed a white shirt from the floor and threw it on, rushing to the door. He felt his breath catch in his chest at what he saw. Hermione Granger was at his door, dressed in a pair of sloppy jeans and a long maroon nightshirt. Her hair was barely brushed and she seemed to be in an extremely bad state.
"Um…hi?" Draco said, leaning his head on the doorframe. Hermione seemed to ignore him and simply pushed past the door and entered the flat.
"So you think you can just come over and take over my life whenever you feel like it?" Draco burst, spinning to face Hermione.
Hermione shook her head. "No. I just wanted to get out of that hell hole," she said plainly, looking at him sincerely.
Draco shrugged. "Do you want something to drink?" he offered, motioning towards the kitchen.
"Sure." Hermione smiled faintly. Draco grabbed a crystal goblet from the counter and poured some steaming purple liquid.
"Fudge's Vodka" he explained, noticing Hermione's strange expression. She took a sip of the liquid. "Good stuff." was all she could think of to say.
"Say, do you want to get out of here?" Draco said quickly.
"And go where?" Hermione said suspiciously.
"How about to Club Wizard? I've been once, but it's no fun alone." Draco suggested.
"No way! Draco, there is a bunch of drunk people rubbing flesh against each other! What kind of fun is that?" Hermione sounded more like a 75-year-old woman rather than nineteen.
"You need to get out more. Come on, it'll be fun." Draco flashed her his winning smirk.
"Fine." she groaned, pulling her wand from her pocket and magicking herself in a more fashionable ensemble, a red tank top and a jean skirt. She magicked her hair into a messy bun.
"Is this better?" she asked, blushing.
"So you CAN dress yourself!" joked Draco, taking her by the wrist. He apparated them before Hermione could smack him.
WHACK! Hermione's hand connected with Draco's cheek just as they appeared in the entry hall of a club. Music was blaring, which Hermione recognized as the weird sisters. Draco began to pull her by the wrist onto the dance floor.
"Oh..I don't think..I'd be very good at this." she sighed to him, blushing bright red.
"Oh don't worry, just move." Draco grinned, trying to make her sway.
Hermione stiffened up and began to sway, looking a lot like Frankenstein's Bride.
"Loosen up." Draco said through gritted teeth. Hermione's face grew redder and she relaxed her muscles and re-attempted to dance. Soon she had relaxed into the music and was moving freely in Draco's gentle grip.
"I'm going to get some drinks." motioned Draco, releasing her wrist and heading over to the bar, where an older man was serving glasses of Fire Whiskey.
"Hey there." said the coy voice of a male behind her. Hermione spun around to face a nice-looking man. He hair was an auburn color, tousled with blonde here and there and his eyes were mischievous blue, sparkling and twinkling in all boyishness.
"Hi." she managed to squeak.
"I'm Tim. Want to dance?" the man suggested, reaching for her waist.
Hermione took a step back. "Oh no, I'm married." just as those words slipped from her mouth, she realized just how wrong it was of her to be out dancing with Draco.
"Lady? You ok?" the man stuttered, noticing the color draining from her face.
"Whoa! That's a nice rock!" he said, as her hand flailing in front of his face. Before she could answer, Hermione had apparated, feeling quite sick.
Hermione entered the house, stumbling towards the front door.
"Hermione! Where the hell have you BEEN?" Harry barked, sitting in a dark shadow of the living room.
"I just went out, ok?" Hermione defended, trying to hide her blatant guilt.
"Why didn't you at least tell me?" he yelled, raising his hands in the air.
"You aren't my mother!" she growled, narrowing her eyes.
Harry raised his hand and brought it down on Hermione's flushed cheek. Hermione grabbed her cheek. "That hurt, Harry." she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
"Oh God. I'm sorry, Herm." Harry whispered, hugging her tightly. He began to sob. "I'm sorry. I never want to hurt you!" he exclaimed, rubbing her back gently.
"It's alright," she said.
"I love you, Hermione," he professed, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"I'm going to go to bed," she answered, squeezing his hand and leaving.
"Rianne waited up for you to tuck her in." Harry called after her.
Hermione crept into her child's room. Rianne had obviously tried to stay up. She was still in her jumped, curled up on the floor of her room. Hermione picked up the limp form and gently untied the ribbons in her hair. She changed Rianne into her pajamas and set her in her bed, kissing her forehead.
"Night Ria." she whispered, exiting the room with a soft sigh.
TBC
That was short. OOPS. Um..do you guys like it? I'd like some more reviews before I post chapter 3. It'll get to be more D/Hr soon. I deeply apologize for the h/hr! I actually planned this fic out, unlike fascination, so hopefully it'll be better.
Chapter 2
NOTE: I said the story was NC-17 in the last chappy, it's R. Sorry
"Come back!" Harry called after her. "Don't lie to me. She doesn't need to be picked up for a few hours!"
Hermione frowned and returned to his arms, reluctantly kissing him.
Hermione lay awake, listening to Harry's heavy panting as he slept. She could feel her eyes watering up as she recounted the morning. Had it all been a weird dream? She could almost feel her lips tingling at contact and the way her knees had felt soft.
She sat up and glanced at the clock. It was time to pick up Rianne. Without regard to Harry, she stood, straightened her skirt and ran a brush through her waves. She exited quickly, hopping in the car.
She arrived at the day-care and picked up Rianne.
"Hey sweetie. Did you have fun?" she said happily as she picked up Rianne.
Rianne nodded. "Picture!" she giggled, shoving a picture of a house at Hermione.
"That's great Rianne!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly.
It was under great stress that the Potter family ate dinner that night. The only sounds were the loud chews of Rianne and the clinking of forks and plates. Hermione chewed on another piece of beef, staring at Harry intently.
"What?" Harry asked, mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Nothing." Hermione grumbled, her eyes darting towards her plate. "I'm going to go to bed," she moaned, picking up her plate and magicking it clean.
Harry gave her an inquisitive look. "So soon?"
Hermione nodded, glaring slightly.
"Well goodnight then." he sputtered, going back to his food.
Hermione opened the oak drawer and pulled out a silk maroon nightshirt and changed into it. Suddenly, she could feel her eyes growing moist as her eye caught a green silk slip crumpled in the corner of the drawer. She slammed the drawer shut with a huge amount of force, the cabinet rattling, causing several glass figures to smash to the floor.
"Shit." she mumbled, sweeping them into the trash. God, she needed to get out. Without even telling Harry, she had apparated and was standing at the door to a familiar flat. She knocked on the door roughly, shifting her weight nervously.
Draco was brought from his stupor as he heard someone knocking on his door. Strange, no one ever came calling at his flat. He stood, realizing his was in just his boxers. He grabbed a white shirt from the floor and threw it on, rushing to the door. He felt his breath catch in his chest at what he saw. Hermione Granger was at his door, dressed in a pair of sloppy jeans and a long maroon nightshirt. Her hair was barely brushed and she seemed to be in an extremely bad state.
"Um…hi?" Draco said, leaning his head on the doorframe. Hermione seemed to ignore him and simply pushed past the door and entered the flat.
"So you think you can just come over and take over my life whenever you feel like it?" Draco burst, spinning to face Hermione.
Hermione shook her head. "No. I just wanted to get out of that hell hole," she said plainly, looking at him sincerely.
Draco shrugged. "Do you want something to drink?" he offered, motioning towards the kitchen.
"Sure." Hermione smiled faintly. Draco grabbed a crystal goblet from the counter and poured some steaming purple liquid.
"Fudge's Vodka" he explained, noticing Hermione's strange expression. She took a sip of the liquid. "Good stuff." was all she could think of to say.
"Say, do you want to get out of here?" Draco said quickly.
"And go where?" Hermione said suspiciously.
"How about to Club Wizard? I've been once, but it's no fun alone." Draco suggested.
"No way! Draco, there is a bunch of drunk people rubbing flesh against each other! What kind of fun is that?" Hermione sounded more like a 75-year-old woman rather than nineteen.
"You need to get out more. Come on, it'll be fun." Draco flashed her his winning smirk.
"Fine." she groaned, pulling her wand from her pocket and magicking herself in a more fashionable ensemble, a red tank top and a jean skirt. She magicked her hair into a messy bun.
"Is this better?" she asked, blushing.
"So you CAN dress yourself!" joked Draco, taking her by the wrist. He apparated them before Hermione could smack him.
WHACK! Hermione's hand connected with Draco's cheek just as they appeared in the entry hall of a club. Music was blaring, which Hermione recognized as the weird sisters. Draco began to pull her by the wrist onto the dance floor.
"Oh..I don't think..I'd be very good at this." she sighed to him, blushing bright red.
"Oh don't worry, just move." Draco grinned, trying to make her sway.
Hermione stiffened up and began to sway, looking a lot like Frankenstein's Bride.
"Loosen up." Draco said through gritted teeth. Hermione's face grew redder and she relaxed her muscles and re-attempted to dance. Soon she had relaxed into the music and was moving freely in Draco's gentle grip.
"I'm going to get some drinks." motioned Draco, releasing her wrist and heading over to the bar, where an older man was serving glasses of Fire Whiskey.
"Hey there." said the coy voice of a male behind her. Hermione spun around to face a nice-looking man. He hair was an auburn color, tousled with blonde here and there and his eyes were mischievous blue, sparkling and twinkling in all boyishness.
"Hi." she managed to squeak.
"I'm Tim. Want to dance?" the man suggested, reaching for her waist.
Hermione took a step back. "Oh no, I'm married." just as those words slipped from her mouth, she realized just how wrong it was of her to be out dancing with Draco.
"Lady? You ok?" the man stuttered, noticing the color draining from her face.
"Whoa! That's a nice rock!" he said, as her hand flailing in front of his face. Before she could answer, Hermione had apparated, feeling quite sick.
Hermione entered the house, stumbling towards the front door.
"Hermione! Where the hell have you BEEN?" Harry barked, sitting in a dark shadow of the living room.
"I just went out, ok?" Hermione defended, trying to hide her blatant guilt.
"Why didn't you at least tell me?" he yelled, raising his hands in the air.
"You aren't my mother!" she growled, narrowing her eyes.
Harry raised his hand and brought it down on Hermione's flushed cheek. Hermione grabbed her cheek. "That hurt, Harry." she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
"Oh God. I'm sorry, Herm." Harry whispered, hugging her tightly. He began to sob. "I'm sorry. I never want to hurt you!" he exclaimed, rubbing her back gently.
"It's alright," she said.
"I love you, Hermione," he professed, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"I'm going to go to bed," she answered, squeezing his hand and leaving.
"Rianne waited up for you to tuck her in." Harry called after her.
Hermione crept into her child's room. Rianne had obviously tried to stay up. She was still in her jumped, curled up on the floor of her room. Hermione picked up the limp form and gently untied the ribbons in her hair. She changed Rianne into her pajamas and set her in her bed, kissing her forehead.
"Night Ria." she whispered, exiting the room with a soft sigh.
TBC
That was short. OOPS. Um..do you guys like it? I'd like some more reviews before I post chapter 3. It'll get to be more D/Hr soon. I deeply apologize for the h/hr! I actually planned this fic out, unlike fascination, so hopefully it'll be better.